User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-32303-20150507135804

Dorian traced a paw almost lovingly over the name cut into his oar and focused his attention at it. A tear ran down the wildcat's cheek as he thought to himself, 'Soon. Soon ye'll be the beasts beggin' frae mercy and ye wilnae find et, only mercy ye'll ken es the same kind ye gave oor loved ones.' "Marcail," he whispered.